wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
god being the centre magnet
i really havent
what do you mean
barren land
is everyoneback on tumblr now
your feed looks like my tumblr
or never left
was it worth it
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i really havent
send your tumblr
its good
and the fake qualifier
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
propensity within someone
send link
lol
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!